That voice was grating, yet not frivolous.
The mature voice carried a faint trace of mockery. One could tell at once that its owner was definitely not in his twenties.
The crowd turned toward the sound.
He wore a red high-collared trench coat that hung straight down to his knees, with two rows of bronze-sheened metal buttons.
His arms hung at his sides, his hands covered by black leather gloves.
Beneath his grayish-white crew cut was a rugged, sharply sculpted face, though the eyes that best reflected his spirit were hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses.
He strode with the bearing of a dragon and tiger. He was half a head shorter and somewhat slimmer than Boat.
Yet to ordinary people, he was still a powerfully built man standing 190 centimeters tall, every movement brimming with strength!
When he appeared, the formidable aura naturally emanating from his body made people instinctively retreat.
But one person was an exception: Scott, the accompanying leader from Dawn Academy!
Blood suddenly filled his eyes. It was neither fear nor rage, but excitement!
It was the expression of a drowning man glimpsing the hope of rescue.
Mu Fan naturally looked back at him with indifference.
When he saw Mu Fan's gaze turn toward him, the unfamiliar man who had suddenly appeared let out a soft snort through his nose.
"Running into students who can't even make it into Dawn's second string, what do you have to be proud of?"
"Say words that suit your status, so... you'd better take that back."
The mocking tone made the faces of the Dawn students change dramatically, yet none of them dared utter a word.
Because deep wariness had surfaced in all their eyes.
Mu Fan's gaze instantly narrowed to needlepoints.
With every step this man took, a